SUNDAY MORNING
Let us talk about it
A quiet Sunday morning
The mountains snuggle into the mist
The sun sparkles the village
The day begins
Where are we and where are we going?
Still a new year to come
A month has passed
Without word
Your voice
Sounds like gunfire
A mother dead and a nurse as well, Renee and Alex
Loved ones, so dear
Empty chairs at the table
Mourned forever
We would like to say
It isn’t us
We are not like that
This is so true, Annell. We would like to believe this isnt happening - things we never thought would happen in America. It is spreading into Canada too. Life is heartbreaking right now. What keeps me going are the monks crossing America through freezing snowstorms - for peace - to remind us that beauty and seflessness still exist.
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